Cool as the breeze
Who seizes
The core,
the mantle,
and the crust.
Bold.
As a bone plucked well,
Let me tell
Of round
brown eyes
shapely thighs,
cheeks that blush
brighter than a cig's butt,
and tongue
so long, it nearly brought me
To the next episode.
The drinks were done.
We were alone;
we smiled a mild
then left it at that.
Warm as it may sound,
It didn't last a day.
Less than twenty-four
More than a year.
Those features, like short stories
do not last
but are first
because they teach us:
Only the middle is bound.